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AbilitiesHerman Brood & His Wild Romance
Never be clever
Going down the line, my head up high
Wonder why it´s so hard to feel fine
Got all I need
Plastic teeth
A pocket full of speed
And I´m cool with the heat
I got a groovy little lady
Seems I´m waisting het time
Got a hit and a bullet
Still back in crime
People say I used to do better
Si I guess I´m gonna have to get myself together
[Refrein:]
But I´ll never
Ooh aah aah
I´ll never be clever
I´ll never be clever
Ooh aah aah
I´ll never be clever
Some say I´m suicidal
With a sense of humour
Some say I´m faking it all
Trying to start rumours
Some people say a moment lasts longer
I find myself at home
Settled down, write a song
I´ll love to hang around
In black people´s places
Fascinated staring at faces
Holy mama, make me concentrate
Got to write a song
And I got to create
[Refr.]
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Herman Brood
Saturday night
(Herman Brood - Danny Lademacher)
The neon light, of the "Open all night",
was just in time replaced by the magic appearance of a new day-while,
a melancholic Reno was crawling on his back just in,
front of the supermarket door-way child
Hey girl, on a cold summernight,
as we stood on the corner,
as a man passed by and asked us,
what we were doing what we need,
as he pointed his big fat finger
to the people hangin round at the corner of the - other side of street
Oh well
doin' nothing, just hanging around,
what do you mean doin' nothing Sir.
So we had to hit him to the ground,
doin' nothing just hanging around.
His head all busted lookin' just a lttle to wise child
Chorus:
I just can't wait
I just can't wait for saturday night
for saturday night
for saturday night
saturday night
bit with solo:
saturday night
saturday night
saturday night
Chorus:
I just can't wait
I just can't wait
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